Deadlines by Medicine Sensei published on 2019-04-27T10:12:21Z Fuck your deadlines for shit you ain’t payin me for Fuck your deadlines for shit you ain’t payin me for Fuck your deadlines for shit you ain't payin me for Fuck your deadlines for shit you ain’t payin me for Oh boy, you know when people try to get you to do their spiritual work for them Fuck your deadlines for shit you ain't paying me for Such joy, how many times I gotta tell you where the ceremony is at Fuck your deadlines for shit you ain’t payin me for Here we go again Fuck your deadlines for shit you ain’t paying me for You’re not my friend Fuck your deadlines for shit you ain’t paying me for I mean whatever happened to equal pay Fuck your deadlines for shit you ain’t paying me for Does this have something to do with my race? Fuck your deadlines for shit you ain’t paying me for How many times do I have to ask you where’s my check Fuck your deadlines for shit you ain’t paying me for You must be crazy, are all the cards in your deck? Fuck the deadlines for shit you ain’t payin me for Sing along if you can hear me Fuck the deadlines for shit you ain’t payin me for Sing along if you can see me Fuck the deadlines for this you ain’t payin me for Sing along if you can feel me Fuck the deadlines for shit you ain’t paying me for Fuck the deadlines for this you ain’t paying me for Turned keys and eviction notices everywhere but the president's office Homes and jobs gone left and right like wings that don’t know where the right choice is Racial tension building up in america to the point of over-boiling And you keep your voice quiet because you fear the illusions your truth would be spoiling? Tell me, how pissed off does your pocket book have to get Before you embrace the power of the Divine feminine with no regret And walk through the darkness and help birth a new age on Mother Earth We got so much shit genetically modified we can’t even trust the dirt, or the water, or the air, or our minds. Stop letting it make you crazy, speak, listen, sing. It’s time. Fuck the deadlines for shit you ain’t payin me for Sing along if you can hear me Fuck the deadlines for shit you ain’t payin me for Sing along if you can see me Fuck the deadlines for shit you ain’t payin me for Sing along if you can feel me. Fuck the deadlines for shit you ain’t paying me for Can someone please tell him to stop saying the F word Fuck the deadlines for shit you ain’t paying me for This is a church for crying out loud Got folks crying out loud and they telling us to be quiet With torches and invisible hoods things on the brink of riot Tell me your number, of young black children slain That numerical coded key that makes you stand up and say there names And fight for a cause where only the future will gain If you sit there and do nothing, just wear the guilt and the blame But if you got something in your pipe And tracks on your veins this sung poetry be like medicine for your brains Fuck the deadlines for shit you ain’t payin me for Sing along if you can hear me Fuck the deadlines for this you ain’t payin me for Sing along if you can see me Fuck the deadlines for shit you ain’t payin me for Sing along if you can feel me Fuck the deadlines for shit you ain’t payin me for -Medicine Sensei Kevon Simpson 4/4/19 9:00 am Genre Sung Poetry Comment by strongirl Yes!!! 2019-04-27T18:30:31Z